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  • nafeelsbadman 2w

    Whispers

    Heart burns and burns and turns into ice-


    the things you want so desperately to be true are inside jokes now,

    everything worth pursuing; destined to be lost the second you find it,

    people existing to redeem themselves,

    demonized souls peering through,

    undulant waves of misery,

    the only equality is this unfair reality.


    if the world was to crumble,

    with whom would you dance around that amber fire?

    what would you want to smell that night?

    what song would you play on the  jukebox?

    pink rosette; an outcry; a sigh perhaps,

    under the full moon; as fireworks of doom ring away.


    in a dream i couldn't picture her face,

    was afraid i won't do it justice,

    it doesn't bode well with me,

    this void inside me is cordoned off,

    quarantined and sheltered,

    the one who can enter missing-


    let it hurt until it can't anymore?

    no ashes left; no belligerent vice,

    butterfly effect, find a version of reality where you are not present,

    every covered secret is new pain,

    every new pain becomes another secret.


    the way you say my name darling,

    makes me want to try harder-

    the ringing agony of my alone thoughts

    on a dark night,  lights blaring, gliding at 80;

    without your voice,

    its crazy how much you sound like home,

    some things are important than the right thing,

    your words not mine-


    thematically these chapters of deserted nights on end don't make sense.

    does a sea shell know it can be blown and sung with?

    that a helpless lifeless rock be an artist?

    insane thoughts of self resurrection,

    carriage of my burdens around that ravine,

    wish i stumble and the salt washes away.


    misty recollections of that tarnished varnish,

    jumbled reflections on its broken pieces,

    feeling something non existent,

    a tattered tatto to decorate myself with,

    an emergency "break in case of need"  typa guy,


    An ode for separation, salvation, desperation and I don't know-

  • nafeelsbadman 17w

    Eyelid

    the restless rampant thoughts of her promises
    come crashing down,
    the way she lured
    showed me the nectar of cure.
    the moment i first touched love,
    cosmic horror, a fleeting blink.
    denial of what was,
    gnawing inside of me
    crossing the crossroads of whether 
    i want her or not.


    scrolling through skeletons, 3 at night
    her turning up; missing me, a fantasy-
    heart heavy, like a welcoming pain,
    a story unfinished.
    deep regret, over the emptiness that will stay,
    an unattached attachment strolling underneath.
    she felt close... the familiar territory of agony
    cleansed from her sins this full moon
    staring dressed in all purple


    Regrets line up frivolously, under shade
    tears brimming against them,
    mixing, conjoining a cocktail of 
    false happiness
    an unapologetic goddess descended,
    hightened vantage-
    pure love, heart and soul devotee
    a crude disadvantage


    Dreams are the reel,

    My eyelids, the canvas.
    ©nafeelsbadman